While the pain was holding me back

To fall into the darkness in the cold

On the night of heavy snowfall I met him.

"The one who pulled me up from my pain with cold hands that lacked warmth."

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In the night of the night The white snow that spreads everywhere contrasts with the black night to create a beautiful sight. The white icicles covered it as thick as someone's pain, which became more and more frightening.

...If he didn't think about ending his life to stop the pain, it would be good....

......A pain that even the world's best doctors cannot cure......

....is the pain within the heart....

His face was as handsome as an angel's. It was like a statue that a sculptor had carefully created. Even though it was stained with clear fluid from bloodshot eyes However, it is still beautiful and not faded.

....It would be a pity. If beauty like this were to disappear from the world...

His slender hands gripped the cold iron railing tightly. Silent eyes were staring down into the endless dark waters. If you jump down Will the pain go away? He thought absently.

Oh...the fibers of heaven are so cruel. Why give such excruciating pain to such a weak human being?

Both family problems that are framing him to follow the path he wants. Both the love that ended just a few hours ago A dream he couldn't get. Can't even try to grab it Because my family doesn't agree with me is painful enough, even though I think my girlfriend is my last resort.

is the person who understands him the most at this time In the end, he betrayed him. Coldly taking a man to sleep with her in the room he bought her, even though she was just a selfish person. A truly greedy person, why was he so sad? There is only one answer. How does he love you?

“Do you want to die?” A voice as clear as a mysterious wind chime sounded beside him, along with a cold feeling holding his large hand.

Sharp eyes slowly glanced at the source of the clear voice. The sound of sobs still rippled to be heard. The other party was not much smaller than him. They may be separated by a few centimeters. Eyes hurt from crying for a long time, he secretly observed the person next to him.

From the hair color to brown and red, layered like celebrities and singers like to do. His skin was so pale that it almost blended into the snow-covered backdrop. Big beautiful gems, a prominent nose, peach lips like a healthy person. His white cheeks were tinged with a red tint from the cold of this night. Until the white hand that still held his hand held the bridge's railing.

"Why do you know?" he asked curiously, even though he was just thinking. But why does the other party know that? He really thought about dying.

“I used to be like you. The atmosphere around you is lifeless.” Even though you were talking to him But strangely, the other party didn't even turn to look at him. Black eyes reflect nothing or...

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and waved it away. But those eyes did not respond. Didn't even blink.

"Can't you see?"

"Yes, I'm blind. In fact, I don't really like talking to strangers." The taller man frowned at the words of the blind man next to him.

"Then why did you come talk to me?"

"I don't want you to die."

"Why"

"If I die, will I be happy?"

"I don't know," the taller man replied. before taking his eyes off the face of the man next to him Then he looked down to the bottom of the river again. It's true as another person said. If he dies, will he be happy? Will the pain really go away? It's just a stupid, fleeting thought from a hopeless person.

“Are you cold?” someone asked.

"No," even if he answered that way. But the other party still took his hand and tucked it into his own pocket, even though their hands were still holding each other.

"Your hands are very cold."

"You say it like your hands aren't that cold."

“Hahaha!” The other party laughed loudly when they heard him say that. Before he finished smiling broadly and introducing his name.

"My name is Ten."

"How long will you hold my hand?" The tall figure pulled his hand out of the sweater pocket of the figure who had just introduced himself as Ten. before revealing a small smile Surprisingly, even the pain hasn't gone away. But I don't know when the wide smile of the blind man next to me slowly ate away the pain in my heart little by little.

"You can pretend to be possessive." His mouth protruded slightly. When he pulled his hand away from the thin hand that was holding him,

“What is your name?” someone beside him asked. But he remained silent and refused to answer that question. The blind man frowned until his face wrinkled. Before reaching out, he reached out to his side to search for him. Unfortunately, those white hands could only grab the ethereal air.

"I know you haven't gone anywhere," Rimphi Bak Bang Khiei said. Blows out cute white smoke.

...Maybe on a cold night like this It's not always just bad luck...

"this! Did you really run away?" When you tease the person next to you until you're satisfied. He gave his own hand to someone to hold. Once he caught him, the other person grabbed his hand tightly as if to take revenge for being teased by him.

"You're funny," he said, smiling slightly. Even though there is pain mixed in But at least his face now wasn't as hopeless as a few minutes ago.

“Ten!!!” A voice called out to someone from behind the two of them. and the person beside him turned around and shouted in response.

"Mark!!!" Someone let go of his hand. Then turned to him and said in a clear voice,

“I have to go. My little brother has come to pick me up." After saying that, he turned and ran away. As quick as a thought, a deep voice shouted behind the figure.

"Will we meet again?!!!"

"I come here every day at 7 p.m." The last smile that Ten left behind is still indelibly engraved in his brain. Suddenly a question popped into my head. 'Why does he want to see Ten again?'

"Ten" said to himself, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. His eyes wandered out of the window where the snow was still falling heavily. A heart broken by pain Although unable to return to its original form But warmth spreads throughout the cracks even though the cold air clings to the heart.

"Brother, I'd like to leave early today," a tall figure wearing a neat, elegant suit said in the office of the president of TT Group Co., Ltd.

"How do you call me during work?" A sweet voice scolded the man standing in front of her displeasedly. “This little brother. No matter how much I tell you, I never listen."

"Okay, President. Today, I would like permission to leave first." The person with the honor of being an older sister looked up at her younger brother who was nineteen years older than her.

“Yesterday I came back late. Where are you going in such a hurry today?”

“I have a small appointment,” he finished and walked out of the room without waiting for his older sister to continue. “Damn it, this little brother.”

The sun sets. The night is creeping in. White ice flakes continued to fall from the sky. A tall figure under a thick coat sat on a wooden chair by the river. Beside his body was a paper bag.

"It's almost 7 p.m.," he began, turning restlessly.

"Ten, sit here." Someone's deep voice came from the right side. He immediately turned around and saw the person he had been waiting for. A thin figure with a smile on his face was sitting on the long chair next to him. His white hand was still being held by someone he had seen yesterday.

'I feel like my name is Mark.

"Here's a scarf. Wrap it up." Mark's taller figure unwrapped his own scarf and wrapped it around Ten's.

“Don't take Mark and wear a scarf to work with you. You'll feel sick soon."

"You get sick more easily than I do." In the end, Ten's stubbornness gave way to his younger brother. Secret figure of a young boy who walked into a convenience store across the street. The tall figure who had been watching the opponent's movements for a long time stood up and walked towards the thin figure with a paper bag in his hand.

A large hand under black gloves added warmth to Ten's cold hand. Some people gasped in shock and hurriedly pulled their hands away, but they couldn't. Because his strong hand still held on and wouldn't let go.

"Who are you? Let go of me."

"I'm Taeyong, Ten." Someone frowned. A tone like this or...

"You from last night?" The thin figure was silent, allowing the tall figure to hold his hand. His handsome face smiled slightly. before unpacking the paper bag he carried White wool gloves were placed on thin, cold hands.

"Give it to me?"

"yes"

"Thank you, Taeyong, right?"

"yes"

“Are you still crying?” a sweet voice asked. Before pulling out his own hand that was being held and cupping it over the hand of a tall figure who was kneeling on the ground.

"Not anymore, but it still hurts."

"Uh...uh, would you like to sit next to me?" After finishing the tall man's answer There was a symptom of dead air in the air. Silence took over. But it's not uncomfortable. But it was the embarrassment of both of them that happened unexpectedly.

"Why have you ever thought about killing yourself?"

"Uh...sorry, can I ask?"

"You can ask. It's nothing."

"Because I'm blind. I am hurt that I have become a burden to my younger sibling even though I am the older sibling. I should take care of my younger sibling. When I myself became like this I couldn't accept it. I thought that if I died, he would be better off. If that day Mark Uh...if my little brother couldn't find me, I'd probably die." A soft smile appeared on his lips.

But those eyes without sparks were filled with pain. He might be blind. Tears that are pouring out

'Is Ten's heart crying?'

"Are you sad?"

"Hahaha, not anymore." Ten let out a soft laugh.

"Lying child"

"Hmm..."

"What?"

"I think I'm older than you."

“Really, I don't believe it. Your face is very young."

"I'm about thirty years old."

“Really?” Taeyong was very surprised. This person was already in his thirties, dammit, his face was still in his 20s.

"Will you have a chance to come back and see?" I realized again that my mouth was too quick, even though I knew that if I asked, the person next to me would really be hurt.

"...Probably none."

"Can't it be cured?"

"nothing"

"I probably don't have the means to find the money for treatment." A thought suddenly popped into my head. 'But I can take you for treatment.'

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